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07/17/10



The castle is light grey stone, bleached white in the moonlight. Spires reach to the stars. Atop the tallest tower, Debra Morgan stands looking out over endless mountain forests.

This is fucking ridiculous, she thinks. Of all the people to be kidnapped by a mythological creature, she should not be playing the damsel in distress. She's a cop, for Christ's sake.

She takes a breath, straightens her long, flowing (fucking impractical, is what it is) dress. It's silk, flowing patterns of blue and purple, glowing in the moonlight. The harsh notes of an organ drift across the courtyard from another tower. She frowns, humming along with the melody.

She hears her voice being played back to her, a recofded message. She stops humming, startled, and the voice stops. A slow smile forms on her face, and she starts humming the tune that the Beast is playing on his organ. She hums and listens carefully to the instructions her future self is giving her, letting a grin form. This plan just might work.



I'm a reaper, recently deceased. I've always wanted to leave Ixburg, and I was just shy of graduating high school. Now that I'm dead, I basically have sole dominion over the entire area's dead and dying.

My family moved out of our apartment block soon after my death. I get the place for a discount. Nobody wants to live in that particular suite anymore. I'm running the place for the new owners, a profession that gives me the flexibility to gather the few souls that suffer freak accidents occasionally.

For a retirement town, there's not a whole lot of death here.

Rube shows up around the corner of the shop in the back. He asks how I'm doing. I say that all I want is to get the hell out of here.

I'm jumping on fenceposts where the shop should be. I see a ten foot post and I jump up from the ground. I'm suspended in the air for a moment, and I force the dream to let me land on the four-inch circle.



I find myself in the middle of downtown Halifax. Barrington is a pedestrian only street. I feel ridiculously ashamed of my bare feet for some reason.

I take off to the south end at a sprint, enjoying the feel of running barefoot. I take the boardwalk, heading for my apartment.



I'm working at a table at some kind of convention, minding my own business, when a girl suddenly attacks me with a sword. I take a glancing blow to the neck, fall with it to avoid more damage. I pick up the short sword that was sitting beside me on the table as I dive for cover. I bring the sword up over my head as the girl strikes again. We fight.

This is a game. Damage is taken, and I slice open the girl's scalp. She hardly notices. No one loses until they surrender. I switch my sword for an axe on the table. I preferred the sword, so I switched back. The sword is knocked out of my hand and I rush the girl, tackling her and pinning her to the ground. She gets her hands out somehow and tries to struggle away, but another quick move has her immobile.

I fumble for my sword. I hold the blade to her throat, and rasp, "Do you yield?" She grins and concedes victory to me.

I'm outside, by the Halifax clocktower. The grass is green, and I look over the Vancouver harbour.

An orchestra is playing outdoors, under the blue sky. I take a breath, and allow the music to wash over me.

Now, what was I supposed to be doing?



A group of people are camping near a lake. Getting out of a car, they bicker with each other. Ron, Hermione, and Draco Malfoy are all members of the group.

Malfoy is concerned about his haircut (blond and spiky). He thinks it's just great the way it is, but they've been camping for so long that he's starting to need another haircut.

Ron can cut hair, but Malfoy doesn't trust him not to mess it up on purpose.

The Beast. Scare Factor: 4.

1st week of DJ:
- 0 lucid dreams
- 5 dreams recalled
- 2 dream fragments recalled
- 0 reality check attempts
- 0 dream sign recognitions

Comments: I definitely recalled more dreams than I'm used to. I've also been able to focus much better upon awaking, allowing me to recall events from dreams even when they aren't that vivid. Still nothing close to self-awareness while dreaming. My reality checks during the day are improving, so maybe I'll see some progress this next week.

I'm at a BBQ joint called Joe's in my hometown with my brother. I remember thinking this was odd because we don't hang out much.
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We are in Baskin-Robbins, which I know is next door to the Joe's, though I don't remember how I got there. I walk around and sample some flavors. I see a cake ordered under the name "Miss-the-Kiss" (?). I finish my ice cream, throw away my trash, and even pick up the trash of some other people (I used to work at an ice cream shop, so I suppose it was some sort of act of solidarity). I exit out onto the street. As I walk back to the Joe's I run into a group of elderly black men. We stop for a moment and do the what's-happenings and the hows-da-familys; though I didn't recognize the men, I felt as if I had known them my whole life. I get back over to Joe's and there is a big crowd out in front; I found this strange, since Joe's would never be that busy. I looked inside through the window's on the street, and the inside of Joe's had changed dramatically. It now looked like a hip 1940s bar lounge, which I thought was pretty awesome. I see that Joe's now has an NBA Jam arcade machine as well, which I thought was equally awesome. I eventually realize that the people are outside because Joe's is closed for the night. At this point I begin looking for my brother, but I'm having trouble finding him.

Dreamt I was with a friend and we went into our dream home. We both were packing and I was trying to change clothes, as a busload of people to NSW, Australia was waiting for us.

I could not seem to change my clothes.

End.

4:00/C/Little

I was on a cruise ship with a lot of different people. Eventually people started getting killed off one by one. In the dream I was carrying a dead body down stairs. I was very aware of who all was on the boat, and who it could be.
At one point a lot of people were locked in a room that was losing air, and I knew about the killer's plan, and I shot through the glass with a gun/car dob. Eventually I killed the killer, who turned out to be some man. Not long after that, the killer's soon tried killing us, but we killed him too. At this point there were about 5/6 of us left. Notably: on the cruise ship/hotel there was a chandelier that was filled with marijuana leafs.
After getting off the cruise I had to go to Texas for a trial because of the killers that I killed. For some reason I was supposed to drive there with my new neighbors who lived up the street. They seemed very nice, but I found out that the woman was a vampire. I told this info to natasha.
After the trial, which wasn't a part of my dream, it was determined I was to be bitten by a shark vampire. My dream ended with me debating on whether to be a vampire or not.

first i had a dream i was in my old us history class room and the first thing said was get out your home work and of course i didnt have the dream then fast forward to the next day and repeated itself no homework and then repeated up to two more times then i woke up.

next dream i had was in my old english room and first thing said was i want a ten page essay written now. we got to choose our seats so i sat next to my friend and we both said ya right like hell we are writting this paper. the teacher then left the room and we both stood up and yelled fuck this and everyone just threw their papers on the ground.

the last dream was the best even though i had no control it was a pool party at some mansion filled with people my age i knew and some i didnt and same thing with adults. so we party hard drink hook up with some girls and then i hear yelling and so i run outside and its my friend getting into a fight with a kid i dont know and my friend is always in fights. then all of the other guys friends which was like three all bail on him then i woke up.

My title: Fundraising, my brother, A. character, and Joe Dream

Fragment:
I am in a home, in the downstairs.
My brother and his friend, let's call him A., are selling something, trying to raise money for a fundraiser. They come and talk to me about it and think they're really clever because they have created this rectangular 3 dimensional box and I think it is made up of many different colorful 3 dimensional objects. I think this has a lot to do with the collaging I've been doing in my waking life because it looked very similar to a collage. They have made a small, plastic case in which the number five, 5 has been printed and in which there is a zipper on. This is where you are supposed to place your five dollar bill and they believe to be very smart in their strategy because now they can make a large sum of money very fast, supposedly. They plan to go door to door with this. That is when I open the door to go outside and see the neighborhood I'm in.
A family friend Joe D. was in my dream, as a character, but not for long.

There is a little girl in this neighborhood, she has a dress on and she is with a much younger girl. She wants to kiss someone in a cute, innocent, little girl way.


There was a bridge like an area in Chicago, Bridgeport where I've attended a party with friends and was walking in the dream just like I had been walking a summer ago at night, very drunk, trying to find my father's car.

I felt like I could have become lucid very easily and this dream stayed fresh for a while. I have been having lots and lots of reality checks lately. I feel like I could have a lucid dream any one of these upcoming nights now.

My dog was on the dreamviews website creating a new thread under research. Then I woke.

I only recalled 1 dream, where I was waking through my school without a top. I felt proud though. When I walked past a few people view laughed at me and I felt embarrassed and the dream ended.

I had many dreams last night, many dreams which I realize kind of all faded and looped into each other. So it was more like one long and changing dream, fading in and out of states of awareness. (which made it seem like separate dreams.) The past two nights though I distinctly remember telling myself I knew I was dreaming and became aware of my intention for several years now to lucid dream but then I became more lucid in my body and I assume I lost dream control or awareness.

Fragment: Lorenz was here with me and we were traveling downtown. I think I actually met her downtown. She was very nervous about something, and part of the time spent at this large school type environment although it was built and looked much different than mine or any real one in my dream. It was more castle like and large, like a private school or collage, with terraces and fancy architecture, etc. The coast of Lake Michigan was right next to the left or right side depending, how you looked at it, of the school. Again, Lorenz acted much more nervous than she did in reality or that I could ever remember her acting. There was some performance and many people watching and I remember I had to perform too. There was much more imagery but it all isn’t coming back to me. Anyways, there was a lot of anticipation, not all bad, in it.
I also feel like a cafeteria was also a part of this dream. Sometimes, I dream of cafeteria’s and having to order food or serve food or sit and eat in one. etc, etc

I’ve had similar dreams with swimming, and swim meets, although I was never a swimmer in my life. I have had dreams of swimming in large pools or having to swim and race in dark, and dangerous, scary oceans. I feel like this performing or anticipation greatly relates to the above little scene in my dream.

And then later on I ran into Sherry. Sherry was wearing a dress that was much different but kind of like what I was wearing and she criticized me for this, asking how I could wear it and why, assuming that I knew what she would plan to wear. She was kind of cold and distant, but for some reason I gave her a ride home anyways. She was mean actually, and had kind of become mean to me in real life. As has everyone actually.
This was actually supposed to be my high school however it was on the North Side, probably because of the times I have went up to visit and hang with Fela or go to a party. I was talking to Sherry and a boy I somehow knew.

Fragment: I was a kid and I was playing with a group of other kids. We were roller blading in this hilly environment. There were many pathways and as we were roller blading the sidewalk curved and made sharp turns or was blocked by buildings or other things you can imagine would block a child’s path while rollerblading, like grass. Then, we we skating and trying to hide from somebody. I think there were cops or parents or people looking for us with lights so we were trying to escape them. I think there were vague characters I could remember and sense as people from my life but couldn’t pin point anyone by face or name. All just vague representations I knew were representations of people but what people, I cannot say. We were having fun.

Fragment: It began that we were on a ship and it was speeding so fast I was so scared. I was so scared because I thought something bad would happen and to be in open water like that scared the shit out of me. Mom was with me for this part and she was comforting and assuring and made me feel safe. There might have been someone who reminded me a lot of a teacher I once had named (?) and he taught Math and Guitar. There was some sort of talent show while we were still on the ship and I thought it was really stupid and felt uncomfortable especially watching this fashion show that several girls put on. 6 of them fell or something. I remember that there was 6 of them that fell down. Some were black. After that, I guess we must have landed and everyone started walking towards wherever we were going in a large group, lots and lots of people were here together. Some of us knew each other. I stayed by my dad and I felt very protective of him here. I worried about him and wanted to save him as suddenly there were intense rain clouds but it seemed like it was going to be really bad weather. Like very dangerous weather. This dream was like the earlier one in that there was still a lot of rushing and I was running again as fast as I could but it wasn’t fast enough like always. Dad was running with me too. (This image and awareness of me running has occurred a lot in the past few nights in my dreams.) I have sometimes been jogging outside in my waking life and have had similar attitudes toward my performance. I am pumping my arms to and pushing my legs to try to go as fast as I can and I worry why I can’t go as fast as others my age or older or even younger. Again, there were some males I could vaguely understand and remember as representations but their identities did not come into awareness in the dream. Although, I could see one boy who looked and reminded me a lot of Mike Tr. at one point. We knew where we were going but I can’t remember or didn’t know so much that I could name or describe it for you, only that I could see it wasn’t that far away. It was walkable distance, which is why the ship docked at a pier not far away or something. There was water we had to cross, and there was quite a bit of walking imagery. I remember wanting to go back because although we were trying to get to shelter, I worried that if something bad happened we would need to get back to the ship and flee. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to my dad but everyone else seemed to chilled out and relaxed in spite of the weather. I think that the place we were going to might have become the animal welfare from the next dream. Next dream...

(I felt like this part of my dream had lots of parts that were really like a second school I attended in LaGrange with many problem kids.)

Last Dream Fragment: Then, all of a sudden, I dreamt I was at the local Animal Welfare where I volunteer. And my friend Ashley was there. That was where we were walking to. There were many rooms and confusing pathways, just like our welfare league.
I think I saw Lorenz there again, but I know for certain I saw Ashley there.
A woman who reminded me of the young, blonde character on Grey’s Anatomy which I think I dreamt of only because it was a hospital type setting. Towards the very end, these two grown women who held some sort of authority at the hospital and were in charge of some higher up type stuff sat in a room and talked to Ashley and I. They appeared very nice in the room and pleasant and polite, however afterwards I overheard them making rude comments about Ashley and I. Especially something about Ashley’s resume and this welfare had a very strong resemblance to representing a hospital I once spent some time at. One of the women said something like but not quite exactly, “ How can we (or), Who will hire her? Look at her resume, she spent a lot of time at our own school here in the corner.” And I didn’t hear them say here in the corner but in the imagery I saw a corner which was the school just like the building in Lemont which served as a school. I was angry at them for feeling like she and I were being made fun of and really felt the urge to stick up for her. Ashley gave me a book which said something about best friends. I felt stuck in this place. It was busy and hectic as always. The same nurse who looked like (First Name-Kathryn?) Hiegel ? maybe her name, from Grey’s Anatomy, diagnosed me with something out of nowhere. Something she said came from a friend she said she saw visit me with a beard. I think it made me feel bad and worry. It had a name.

To end; in regular day to day life, I've been having much luck at least in reality checks due to the fact that I have been sometime convinced I am actually in a lucid dream in reality but I don't want to be actually convinced of that of course. I have thought sometimes that my dreams and my waking up from my night have actually been a string of false awakenings. I'm not sure if this will help me achieve a lucid dream or not, for I am trying to just keep it as a possibility and question it, but not believe it.

Doser?! Is that you? (non-lucid)

I am in a department store with a friend. We walk near the help desk and hear someone say a large, deformed man is looking for someone.

We turn around and walk the other way when a huge man walks out from a door. I try not to make eye contact but he must have been 8 foot and heavy set. He was wearing sweats and had some light facial hair. No deformity.

We keep walking when I women said "So you guys want to go to heave?". "Uh...ok" I say. She responds with "Just how wild a ride you looking for? Follow me and place your money in the mailbox."

We follow her down some dark steps and into the parking garage. The dream becomes real vivid. We keep going down even further to a basement. I lose my friend. "Where'd you go, Jim?" I yell. The women said "He's dead and you're next." She points a gun at me and then runs back up the steps.

Then, in real life, my fan fell from my window and scared the holy guacamole out of me. I woke up.

So I am at a dinner table in a airport hanger. Their is this kid at the table playing his Gameboy and I keep telling him to stop playing it but he will not listen. So I grabbed his arm and then I fell backwards out of my chair and tumbled down a hill that was RIGHT behind the dinner table. After the fall I get up and I fell sore and in pain. It quickly goes away. I then end up on a kite somehow being pulled by a small airplane. Well the airplane decides to land and the line connecting the plane and me breaks. So I fly forward and make a huge circle, flying over this scrap yard. I land in the scrap yard and walk back the the hanger place to put up my kite. I do so and I find a computer there so I jump on it. I play so music but it hurts my head so I shut it off. Then I wake up.

Last night, I got myself mentally prepared (or so I thought) for some lucid dreaming...and was planning on using the phone during. But it didn't happen. FAILED ATTEMPT!!!!

Anyways, the only parts I remember of two dreams is:
1. Going to the pharmacy, to get some medicine. My husband found what he thought I needed, but it was not for humans. It was for the ground and was toxic to humans. So, as we were leaving, frustrated and arguing because I did not want to use a toxic chemical on myself. (lol) So, as we were leaving, I told myself to go ask the pharmacist....so I did. But thats all I remember.

(is that a lucid dream? because i did no reality check, but i certainly did what i told myself to do.)

2. All I remember of another dream is that I was with some old friends on some wierd trip. It was related to the dream I had the night before and involved other dimensions. The only thing I remember, is going with Katrina to the doctors office. On the way out, I seen a sample bag with a toothbrush in it. I started to grab it, because it's always nice to have a new toothbrush, but I refrained because it was really for someone who had an appointment. (lol)

I didn't put a lot of effort into recall today.

I did attempt a WILD after 6 hours of sleep. I wanted to test whether it was better for me to do one with the WBTB or to do them separate. The verdict remains to keep them separate. I didn't slip into HI at all! Although I did experience some intense SP, complete with shaking, flashing lights behind my eyelids and even some noises... I tried floating and rolling and visualizing and after all that, I was still awake.

Verdict: Better for me to split them up. I prefer having the HI and just working on the balancing act between sleep and consciousness.

July 24, 2010
Another crap McDonalds dream
I recall working with the hashbrowns again, at McDonalds, and Maxwell (ex-bf) being there.

Well, last night I had four dreams which I remember. However, only in one (the last one) can I remember what happened and what it felt like. It's all non-lucid, but I got pretty close.

Background knowledge: around once a year, I go to America with my brother ('J') to see some family members - my grandfather (from now on 'G'), and my cousins (only one is in the dream - 'E')

I had just arrived in America with my little brother (although my mum wasn't with us), and saw E. She looked nothing like she does in real life, however. If that wasn't strange enough, the airport which we had just arrived at (in America) was my school - in England. We walked outside and entered a strange building made from orange steel cylindrical bars, so each room looked like a prison cell. There was very little light. J commented that my school had a strange repair facility (?). We then walked past a cell, in which was imprisoned a young, blond member of my school (whom I did not recognise). We then left the strange building.

We were back in natural sunlight. I have no memory of seeing J after that.

E and I walked into a car park. We entered a large black car. She went in the passenger seat, and I went into the back.

At this point, I attempted my first in-dream Reality Check. I bite my arm and feel nothing. I also hold my nose, and continue breathing. Just as I am about to conclude that this is a dream and become lucid, the driver (G) turns around, revealing himself to be a character with a face not unlike the clown from Stephen King's 'It'. This surprised me enough to wake me up.

Waking up so close to lucidity was a massive disappointed, but at least there's always tonight.